Shame On Me?   The past several weeks have been tumultuous, at best. I have debated back and forth about whether or not to write about the experience, but in the end, my virtuous side won. Why shouldn’t I tell my story? It’s fascinating, as well as scandalous.   At the end of January, I joined a private Facebook group with several other women, and helped save the life of an old friend. None of us were close in High School, and I still have to pinch myself to realize that we actually brought our friend to safety from...

“Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases”   I am a love child. Not the sort born out of a scandalous affair, but one born as a result of true love. The kind of love that transcends time and space, and lives on forever. Romeo and Juliet, Napolean and Josephine, Bogie and Bacall. Famous couples, each with their own tragedies, yet known throughout the world.   Now certainly, you do not know of the great love my parents had for one another, but if the stars and the planets align properly, perhaps their story, or at least my fictional...